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2015-03-30 12:17 pm
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the guilty party

 too many answers come down to the same

non-explanation of the simple fact

we are the ones who always bear the blame

 

for all the anger we have one hard name

clear and precise both noble and exact

too many answers come down to the same

 

wave of exhaustion so that we must claim

not what we earned but all the goods we lacked

we are the ones who always bear the blame

 

for what was lost and for the constant shame

that was included in the lost compact

too many answers come down to the same

 

inauguration of the truth of fame

which we can neither add to nor detract

we are the ones who always bear the the blame

 

for those who come when we call the right name

but have no thought of what it means to act

too many answers come down to the same

we are the ones who always bear the blame

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2014-12-09 12:48 pm
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the turning of the wheel

no matter what we say we do not feel

the pain of others right inside each heart

instead we wait the turning of the wheel

 

for one more challenge for the last appeal

which was presaged right at the very start

no matter what we say we do not feel

 

our hopes and urges have been brought to heel

and the last hero laid upon a cart

instead we wait the turning of the wheel

 

to see the message and to take our meal

in comfort all who come here will depart

no matter what we say we do not feel

 

we will start forward and then we will reel

back down in sign that we have lacked the art

instead we wait the turning of the wheel

 

for what is good the last hard spring of steel

yet still the while some fool will strain to fart

no matter what we say we do not feel

instead we wait the turning of the wheel

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2014-10-12 11:49 am
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the world goes down

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

into the dark and nothing good returns

for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown

 

as winter comes like satan into town

all minds are numb just as the river churns

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

 

a sad destruction but no one will frown

believing that we get what the thief earns

for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown

 

now skies are darker than a priestly gown

for what one makes the other overturns

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

 

so no one stands for hope or for renown

but gets instead just what the jackass earns

for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown

 

this is the truth where hero becomes clown

you have to flee before the city burns

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown

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2014-09-22 09:41 am
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the last republic

 our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed

the world defies our choices and our rage

in the republic of the wholly damned

 

we spoke and then our thoughts were truly slammed

by those who said that with keen words on page

our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed

 

the metre's right and the line's not enjambed

yet all we get is a poor poet's wage

in the republic of the wholly damned

 

since for the moment the signal's not jammed

so that the the enemy cannot engage

our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed

 

until they burst and our dead corpses rammed

into the the dullest moments of the age

in the republic of the wholly dammed

 

by those who thought that the most decent shammed

their honest words and strutted on a stage

our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed

in the republic of the wholly dammed

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2014-08-25 10:17 am
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hot august day

 there are deep echoes across the dry wall

so sky seems brassy and bereft of cloud

while goat is nimble and tempts you to fall

 

to stony death where no one will recall

how once you were so youthful and so proud

there are deep echoes across the dry wall

 

where the old vultures circle seeing all

the land below them forested or ploughed

while goat is nimble and tempts you to fall

 

from narrow path your heart now seems so small

and fate so large the silence seems so loud

there are deep echoes across the dry wall

 

the distant birds across the sky now scrawl

in ragged letters on the small puffy cloud

while goat is nimble and tempts you to fall

 

into forever certain none will bawl

the earth itself will be your only shroud

there are deep echoes across the dry wall

while goat is nimble and tempts you to fall

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2014-07-28 07:59 am
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this is indeed a great war

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

their echo forms our terrible surround

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

 

it isn’t that we just ran out of room

for good intentions our shots will redound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

 

from shore to shore and the explosives’ bloom

accompanied by their pervading sound

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

 

though skies are sunny we are cast in gloom

parents and children thrown into the mound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

 

perhaps in time some scholar will exhume

the reason why we all now lie in ground

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

 

 and every hope has fallen down to doom

while goodness trust and honesty are bound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

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2014-06-27 08:09 am
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a new century

a century ago the world began

in blood and pain the auguries were wild

so many things have changed in a short span

 

my father’s world the currents overran

there was no time for words or thoughts too mild

a century ago the world began

 

we have to choose which of the screens to scan

it is too easy to become beguiled

so many things have changed in a short span

 

and we are all entranced woman and man

by all the facts that overcome the child

a century ago the world began

 

two shots and then the faeces struck the fan

for all mankind none would be reconciled

so many things have changed in a short span

 

the light itself has been placed under ban

and all that once was purest been defiled

a century ago the world began

so many things have  changed in a short span

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2014-06-21 05:44 pm
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the victor's tale

to those who wait there is no better name
in the wide oceans for the coming wild
giving us hope when all we had was shame

our fathers left us heritage of blame
although their rule was temperate and mild
to those who wait there is no better name

except perhaps the trumpet cry of fame
though that by wise folk is sometimes reviled
giving us hope when all we had was shame

the thought of danger puts us in the frame
yet for our good we left the hearth exiled
to those who wait there is no better name 

for hero but we find the story lame
and punish those we thought might just have smiled
giving us hope when all we had was shame

since now we learn the whole thing is a game
and the best player no more than a child
to those who wait there is no better name
giving us hope when all we had was shame
 
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2014-06-06 10:45 am
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about democracy

 what meanings truth and justice had

we've understood and will not pass

that bill was paid at stalingrad

 

(not the first time) and we are glad

to see reflected in the glass

what meanings truth and justice had

 

in eyes that are forever sad

seeing the bones beneath the grass

that bill was paid at stalingrad

 

for generations good and bad

by that immense levée-en-masse

(what meanings truth and justice had)

 

so demos spoke and thus forbade

the foolish claims of herrenrass

that bill was paid at stalingrad

 

so many folk might think us mad

to speak of mankind as one class

what meanings truth and justice had

that bill was paid at stalingrad

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2014-04-30 10:25 am
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the red bird haunting song

 no one recalls the red bird's haunting song

in dead of winter but it marks the spring

the creature's small and yet its voice is strong

 

what we discover when we fall among

the hordes who struggle to avoid the sting

(no one recalls the red bird's haunting song

 

but has a sense that they are drawn along

into the silence) is the sharp high ring

the creature's small and yet its voice is strong

 

enough to to let  us know that we belong

in this strange place where all our hopes may cling

no one recalls the red bird's haunting song

 

and yet when choruses turn to a throng

we want so urgently our hearts to fling

the creature's small  and yet its voice is strong

 

enough for us to know it is not wrong

to feel its force and want ourselves to sing

no one recalls the red bird's haunting song

the creature's small and yet its voice is strong

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2014-04-24 11:26 am
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when good folk all agree

 long toil will end when good folk all agree

on what is just and how the work divides

and on this morning we all wake up free

 

so many years that each lack harmony

we seemed only to wait for changing tides

long toil will end when good folk all agree

 

on how we fare and how we stand to see

the ones who move or that which still abides

and on this morning we all wake up free

 

the music plays with skill and constancy

while one who would have punished simply hides

long toil will end when good folk all agree

 

on codes of honour sitting by the sea

watch as the last bad soldier changes sides

and on this morning we all wake up free

 

so now we gather under an old tree

to give our promises and choose our guides

long toil will end when good folk all agree

and on this morning we all wake up free

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2014-04-10 02:51 pm
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the seats of honour and the high domain

 all of our answers turn out to be true

though journeys start and end in pouring rain

there comes a time to pause and take the view

 

our knowledge is constrained by what is new

not by the old nor yet by thoughts of gain

all of our answers turn out to be true

 

since what we've done must constitute a coup

in favour of the honest and the plain

there comes a time to pause and take the view

 

of all the folk whose minds may yet construe

the simple vision that when we entrain

all of our answers turn out to be true

 

both to our hearts and to those who are due

the seats of honour and the high domain

there comes a time to pause and take the view

 

when all is clear and the noon sky full blue

we are redeemed by virtue of our pain

all of our answers turn out to be true

there comes a time to pause and take the view

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2014-04-03 08:54 am
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fate may be a liar

 here is a dragon that breathes golden fire

burning a message across the dull sky

telling us all that fate may be a liar

 

although we are the ones who still aspire

to honour in a world where all seems dry

here is a dragon that breathes golden fire

 

a vision that combines beauty and ire

reminder that some final truth is nigh

telling us all that fate may be a liar

 

that in the end both pain and joy are higher

than we expect or might ask to supply

here is a dragon that breathes golden fire

 

a mark of fear but still it is not dire

there's more above than we know to espy

telling us all that fate may be a liar

 

that is the burden of the early crier

who warns that those who care will come to die

here is a dragon that breathes golden fire

telling us all that fate may be a liar

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2014-03-12 03:19 pm
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at the commencement

at the commencement all the world was dared

for a small prize a kiss  and then a hope

so that the magic feeling would be shared

 

not by the ones whose  urgency was feared

as they came running down the morning slope

at the commencement all the world was dared

 

just so they could with justice be prepared

for honourable parting we elope

so that the magic feeling would be shared

 

in proper form and time by those who cared

more deeply and were happy they could cope

at the commencement all the world was dared

 

yet we survive while all the children stared

as new dawn seemed to offer yet more scope

so that the magic feeling would be shared

 

by all the folk who knew they had been spared

to hold with strength what they could barely grope

at the commencement all the world was dared

so that the magic feeling would be shared

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2014-02-25 02:52 pm
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fever

 running into darkness and the grey wall

in the strange quicksand which is some dark trap

you have no choice you must cry out and fall

 

yet this is not the time for you to bawl

at life's injustice and go off the map

running into darkness and the grey wall

 

with none to hear as the hard sun stands tall

you have the strength to go another lap

you have no choice you must cry out and fall

 

but will get up though none may hear your call

since there is still a way out of the crap

running into darkness and the grey wall

 

even though light itself may seem to maul

your heart and no one ever gives a rap

you have no choice you must cry out and fall

 

struggle again to show you have the gall

to face down all the ravages of hap

running into darkness and the grey wall

you have no choice  you must cry out and fall

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2014-01-26 02:12 pm
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the message

we heard a clear message loud as a gun

roll from the speaker who stood above

bright as a sovereign in the setting sun

 

there’s what we have asked for much has been done

the structure is falling just one more shove

we heard a clear message loud as a gun

 

and we are not startled though it may stun

having already seen fist in the glove

bright as a sovereign in the setting sun

 

pleasant words told us of miles left to run

with hearts of a lion and souls of a dove

we heard a clear message loud as a gun

 

out of the vision the teller had spun

came more hope than any of us had thought of

bright as a sovereign in the setting sun

 

the story of all that was worth being won

the magic and beauty of our common love

we heard a clear message loud as a gun

bright as a sovereign in the setting sun

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2014-01-08 09:44 am
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within this pleasant air

 deep in the forest withies climb each tree

birds cry our presence we are monsters here

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

in each small clearing there's not much to see

the light of morning seems harsh and austere

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

 

wild pines in the high branches in the lee

of the bright breezes which bring so much cheer

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

much further in avoiding the decree

of the hard fate that they all seem to fear

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

 

commensal vision where we might agree

on how life comes both to survive and share

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

 

while we explain how these things come to be

in dappled light within this pleasant air

deep in the forest withies climb each tree

beneath our feet the little creatures flee

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2013-12-19 12:04 pm
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by the time it matters

wisdom is but sharp experience read

against the peal of years and given weight

still by the time it matters we are dead

 

so all your chiding some good thought has bred

within each mind before the hour turns late

wisdom is but sharp experience read

 

in the cold pages of the tale of dread

as drear hours pass until we reach the gate

still by the time it matters we are dead

 

and all good judgment given up and fled

since it is past all moment for debate

wisdom is but sharp experience read

 

as text to the dark music in each head

that echoes in deep tones against the slate

still by the time it matters we are dead

 

therefore avoiding all those who have fled

into the perils of a different state

wisdom is but sharp experience read

still by the time it matters we are dead

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2013-12-16 09:03 am
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some good word to say

 our world turns all experience into test

just so we're measured each and every day

each purpose is the same to be the best

 

the angry and the ones who acquiesced

in the strict rules by which we willed to play

our world turns all experience into test

 

they said to us and we thought it a jest

until the last good choices went away

each purpose is the same to be the best

 

at this long game and not to be depressed

is what the teacher said and we were grey

our world turns all experience into test

 

with each achievement losing all its zest

once skill has turned it into just more play

each purpose is the same to be the best

 

so that is all the worth we may attest

while each of us has some good word to say

our world turns all experience into test

each purpose is the same to be the best

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2013-12-04 09:54 am
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at the woodland gate

 partway along the path that all must tread

wrong turning taken in the dusk and muck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

so easy then to say that truth had fled

give up on life along with all my luck

partway along the path that all must tread

 

while many voices echo no words said

could quite convey how badly one was stuck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

darkness around the human world abed

so easy then the mortal form to shuck

partway along the path that all must tread

 

where none could scream from simple weight of dread

no light could come from passing car or truck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

the only message was you must fall dead

the world goes on no one will give a fuck

partway along the path that all must tread

no hope to find the proper road ahead